Outrage Sunday 261 Rotto bikes

Posted on September 18, 2016 by rottobloggo

so much depends 

on

a red skip

bin

after a bike

slaughter

on the white 

truck 

with apoligies for any inconveienence to william carlos williams 

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13 Responses to Outrage Sunday 261 Rotto bikes

  1. Rong1 says:
    September 18, 2016 at 11:22 am

    inconveienence ???????????????????

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  2. Reign of Error says:
    September 18, 2016 at 1:40 pm

    Recycling

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  3. Snuff says:
    September 18, 2016 at 3:52 pm

    Tentland bonfire.

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  4. JaneZ says:
    September 18, 2016 at 7:58 pm

    That’s a great picture.

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  5. Shreiking Wombat Ninja says:
    September 19, 2016 at 8:27 am

    I think Dean Nalder may be in there somewhere.

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  6. GivDBird says:
    September 19, 2016 at 8:43 am

    Bike buyback scheme?

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  7. Rolly says:
    September 19, 2016 at 9:54 am

    All collapsed under the weight of obese holiday makers.

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  8. Yeah Right says:
    September 19, 2016 at 10:00 am

    This is exactly how we used to get to own our bikes when we were kids only 20 or so years after the Great Depression. Our primary school was walking distance to the tip and that tip had more gear than any Bunnings warehouse does today. Not all bad because even closer to school was a real old fashioned wood fired bakery which sold warm freshly buttered horseshoe rolls for nix to us kids and for 7 yrs, every day we had that aroma in the air and our lunches from there. Real Bread. Most don’t know what it tastes like just as most don’t know what Real Coke tastes like too, You really have no idea of what your missing. Just saying.

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  9. you'll get wet says:
    September 19, 2016 at 5:24 pm

    Only twenty or so years after the Great Depression

    Luxury. You were lucky you had a tip. We nailed wheels from old pram onto billy goat and rode him to school. Our dad used to steam stamps of our letters and reuse them with gum of marri tree til postman died. We never got any more letters but by gum we were happy and we never complained.

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  10. Russell Woolf's Lovechild says:
    September 19, 2016 at 7:29 pm

    Curiously, still less likely to damage your bike than taking it across by ferry.

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